Texas

In Ryan’s Words:

Fall 2018. They say things are bigger in Texas. Turns out, some things are, and some, well, just ain’t. Large things include the Big Bend horizon, tarantulas, and that stretch of I-10 between the Sabine River to El Paso. That is the longest single-state span of that road. It goes on near forever. But, in this family, we are all about getting away from roads. Absolutely as far as possible, in fact. We have precisely determined that the farthest distance you can get from a road in all of Texas is a piddly 6.6 miles. When we discovered that, I was like–Huh? That’s unbelieveable, especially given this being the second largest U.S. state. In fact, it’s nowhere near as large as for many other states, such as: Alaska (of course) (200 + miles), Wyoming (21.7 miles), Montana (18.0), Wisconsin (17.2), Florida (17.0), Michigan (16.5), Idaho (14.7), and Minnesota (14.3). Despite the diminutive farthest distance you can get from a road in all of Texas, in order to mount a family expedition to get there, we still get ourselves a Texas-sized adventure.

Innumerable roads diminish remoteness of the second largest state: Texas

We have literally calculated the maximum distance from a road in all of Texas using ArcGIS software from ESRI. We also have determined the precise GPS coordinates that mark the whereabouts of the place farthest from a road. We call those coordinates the Texas Remote Spot. We do this for every state in America. After calculating a state remote spot, we mount a family expedition to get there. We are a threesome family of mother, father, and growing daughter. Each state remote spot expedition is carefully documented. Once there, we measure the extent to which human civilization may or may not be detected from the state remote spot. The whole crazy wonderful thing is called: Project Remote. Texas is number 37 on our list. I once naively thought we could get the entire country done in about 5 years. Well, Project Remote has been going on now for over a decade and counting. It keeps us–Ryan, Rebecca, and growing daughter Skyla– constantly engaged in creating our next family remote spotting adventure together. Our knowledge of remote America keeps growing. Our list of completed challenges lengthens. My hope that America will preserve what is left between the roads is dwindling. But we keep crusading.

It wasn’t easy to precisely calculate the Texas Remote Spot or any other state remote spot, for that matter. Just ask my wife and colleague, Rebecca. The frown on her face says it all when she’s asked about it. Years ago, our first grueling attempt at calculating the correct Texas Remote Spot placed the location along the south Texas coast on top of a dune overlooking the beach inside Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge. We delighted. Our long-time friend, Boyd Blihovde, happened to be the refuge manager there. We informed Boyd of our calculation and began preparations to make our documentary journey to the Texas Remote Spot while getting to see our friend as a bonus.

However, while conversing with Boyd on the phone many months later, he relayed to us that the beaches of Texas are legally driven upon by automobiles, even within state and national conservation lands. A law allowing for motorized vehicular access to all Texas beaches was passed by the Texas legislature in the 1930’s. We balked when hearing motor vehicles were allowed to drive on the sensitive turtle and bird nesting beaches of Laguna Atascosa and the greater Padre Island nationally owned conservation lands. But legal driving on beaches was grandfathered in by said law before the national wildlife refuge system acquired the beaches within Laguna Atascosa NWR.

There would be no way we could accept any state remote spot where vehicles were allowed to drive right over it. This forced us to include the coastline of TX as a “road” and recalculate the Texas Remote Spot. It would take many more hours during spare time chunks in the coming months to finally pin down the correct Texas Remote Spot.

Texas is a prime example of how time consuming it can be to precisely calculate the maximum distance from a “road” in a given state. First, you have to know what a road is. That’s harder to pin down than we thought. After many years of cogitation on the many variations of a road, Project Remote precisely defines “road” as: any mapped or visible track on terrestrial uplands (interior lands) above mean high tide (coastal) over which motorized vehicles pass frequently enough to maintain the track. Let road equal: paved, unpaved, public, private, powerline right of way, and train tracks. For Alaska, off road villages in the wilderness will count as ‘roads.’ Islands count in remote spot calculations.

To calculate the farthest distance from a road in a state, we must acquire the most up to date roads data per state. However, as has been the case for every state thus far, there is no single agency or entity that keeps tabs on all existing roads per given state. Because of this, we frequently calculate a remote spot only to discover un-mapped roads nearby. Each time we make a calculation and find a “new” as of yet un-mapped road within our remote area polygon, we must digitize the road into the Arc GIS shapefiles and recalculate taking into account newly accounted for roads. We grit our teeth in frustration. Typically, a given state requires dozens of such calculation/recalculation combos. Texas required nearly a hundred such iterations. Each iteration can take an hour or more. It often takes longer to calculate a state remote spot than it does to GO THERE! One story unfolding across the nation is that exactly zero states have any single entity keeping very latest track of all roads development. In other words, America is developing its once remote landscape more rapidly than anyone knows–or is keeping track of.

Rebecca spends many hours precisely calculating state remote spots.

After years of calculation attempts for Texas, in the Fall 2018, we finally zero in on the likely Texas Remote Spot–fittingly located within the iconic Big Bend region, within Big Bend National Park (BBNP). As soon as we confirm the spot, we reach out to BBNP and request a scientific research permit to make our documentary expedition into the remotest location in all of Texas. Long-time Big Bend National Park (BBNP) biologist, Raymond Skiles, corresponds with us during the several week-long permit process. Incidentally, we discover that he is very near his retirement.

The Rio Grande meanders through the relatively remote Texas Big Bend region.

The Texas “Big Bend” country refers to the vast desert and mountain landscape that occurs north of the Rio Grande, within the southern half of trans-Pecos, west Texas. The Rio Grande (known as the Rio Bravo del Norte by Mexican citizens) cups the region on three sides to the west, south, and east. This rugged patch of wild, raw Earth feels like another planet. Extinct volcanoes tower among ancient limestone plateaus. Earth’s crust was penetrated many times here by magma upwellings, while simultaneously being crunched, lifted, stretched, and eroded. Rivers and streams have carved deep canyons. The resulting landscape is a classroom for almost every term that can be found in a geology textbook. Most folks consider the Big Bend region to be remote and wild. By many metrics, it is.

Typical Big Bend Texas landscape with the Rio Grande running through it

Some of this splendid region is preserved within 2 major public conservation lands. The Big Bend National Park preserves just over 801,000 acres of this landscape, while the adjoining Big Bend Ranch State Park preserves a little over 300,000 acres.

The Rio Grande runs through it. Beginning pristinely as snow melt in the high country of the San Juan Mountains in SW Colorado, it flows southward through a gauntlet of thirsty humans and crops in New Mexico. Then, it flosses between two tightly packed million-person cities of Ciudad Juarez and El Paso. Beyond that, it frequently is skinny enough to wade or skip a rock across. It trickles another 200 miles southeastward to its confluence with Mexico’s Rio Conchos. The Rio Conchos gives it a needed water boost that propels it through the rugged Big Bend country. Within the arching curve of the Big Bend, it is designated a national wild and scenic river. Past the Big Bend, it flows several hundred more miles eventually to the western Gulf of Mexico. Volumetrically, the Rio Grande, is merely a fraction of its former self, but the importance to ecology and culture of a river running through the desert cannot be overstated. It still is a stunningly wild and gorgeous riparian corridor.

Literally as we pack for our latest Project Remote adventure in TX, we encounter another hurdle just days from departure. While perusing a satellite image to plan our expedition route, I squint at the computer screen. I notice a discernible track inside our roadless area polygon that contains the remote spot. “Is that a darn road right there next to the remote spot?” I said. “How did we miss that!!!” It wasn’t exactly huge and glaring, but most roads, especially in an open desert, are clearly visible from satellite imagery as you zoom in close. Both Rebecca and I concur it is likely a road. Caca! Here we go again!

The apparent road could monkey wrench all our latest planning and permitting. It could knock our progress in Texas back by another year. Maybe, just maybe, the “road” is an old left over horse and wagon track or abandoned 4×4 auto track. In Project Remote, we have encountered several such apparent roadbeds inside wild lands that no longer are utilized by motor vehicles. The tracks may still be visible, but, because motor vehicles no longer are permitted to drive on said roadbeds, it no longer counts as “road” in our view. Roads can, in fact, can be left alone, and can restore themselves back to native habitat. We’re hoping this is the case for the current situation.

We call Raymond, to inquire about the road. He is very knowledgeable and is a pleasure to speak with. After a nice long introductory conversation, when I ask about the road, he informs me that it is an old park service road that ‘barely’ gets used any more. But it does see use every few years. Discouraged, I say to Raymond, “since it still does get some use, it must qualify as a road in our stringent roads definition.” I make a grimace . This means we will have to recalculate, re-plan, and rain check the Texas expedition yet again.

Just moments later, still on the phone, I get an idea and blurt it out to Raymond, “What if y’all close that road and never ever use it again? It could restore itself back to native desert habitat. That way, the Big Bend National Park ensures the preservation of the remotest location from a road in all of Texas. The Texas Remote Spot fittingly would and should reside forever inside the most iconic, remote conservation land in Texas.”

Raymond agrees wholeheartedly. He explains that he had been working for years on a wilderness plan for the park which included the closure and restoration of several park roads. But he also explains that closure of a park road will have to be run up the chain of command and ultimately be decided by the new BBNP superintendent, Bob Krumenaker. Raymond recommends that I call or write to Bob and explain the situation.

As soon as Raymond and I hang up, I immediately construct Bob the email. He gets back to me timely and seems very receptive to the idea of closing the small stretch of desert track in question that penetrates the otherwise largest roadless area in Texas. I’m elated that our inquiry into this matter may lead to the protection of the Texas Remote Spot. If so, then the Texas Remote Spot lies near the eastern boundary of BBNP, on the steep east-facing slopes of the Dead Horse Mountains. I reckon we’re going to find out just how steep.

Beyond the immediate pleasure of working with the BBNP to help ensure conservation of the largest roadless area in Texas, there is a little more to this story for me. Incidentally, I have traveled to the Texas Big Bend many times in life beginning in childhood. While I am a native born north Floridian and have lived there most of my life, I did live a few of my grade school years in NE Texas after my parents parted ways. During that time, my father took my brother and me to the Big Bend when I was just seven. We hiked, camped, and explored the immense desert for a week. We backpacked to the top of Emory Peak in December 1979, camped every night on the ground under the stars, and woke up with frost on our sleeping bags. That first overnight backpacking trip into the wild kicked off a lifelong passion for wilderness exploration for me. Two more father/son trips to the Big Bend occurred, one the very next year, and another when I was 13. Each experience helped construct the outdoor-loving man I was going to be.

As an adult I have gone to “The Bend” almost annually in search of solitude, adventure, and communion with nature. It happens to be the closest wild place in the American West that a wilderness seeker from the Southeast (like me) can get to by car. It is also one of the most incredible and rewarding natural places to experience in our great Nation. As a life-long conservationist working to save something–anything–natural, wild, and free, it would bring my life and conservation career great meaning to have anything at all to do with Big Bend area conservation. Ultimately, Big Bend remoteness conservation will rest in the hands of caring politicians, park officials and, most of all, citizens of the United States. It’s a national ecological and recreational treasure that absolutely should be preserved in its natural state.

November 30, 2018. I hate sitting on my rear in a car for umpteen hours. Ahhh….so glad to be in “The Bend” again. I always love the drive southward out of Ft. Stockton. When we (a.k.a. the Remote Spotters) get to BBNP, we check in immediately with Raymond. We confer with him on the route we would like to take in order to get to the Texas Remote Spot. He suggests hiking from Rio Grande Village over the Marufo Vega Trail through the lower Sierra del Caballo Muerto (Deadhorse Mountains) to get to the eastern side of the mountains within Boquillas Canyon. From Boquillas Canyon, we would then strike north up Arroyo Venado about 1.5 miles to near the Texas Remote Spot, then undertake a steep 700-foot ascent up the east-facing cactus and boulder-laden slopes of the Sierra.

Since the Texas Remote Spot lies approximately 1.5 miles from Boquillas Canyon and the Rio Grande, we assume that, at least for much of our trip, we will have relatively easy access to drinking water. Raymond says, “by the way, don’t drink the Rio Grande….it will give you upset stomach, even if you filter it….” I balk at that. Then he relays that all the dissolved minerals in the water, which can’t be filtered out, are what typically deliver upset stomach and diarrhea. Balking turns to realization. This means we will have to carry in all our water. This will make our family expedition MUCH heavier and more difficult. When will we ever get to experience “ultralight” on one of our Project Remote backpacking trips? Heck, we’d settle for just “light.”

We chew on this. How will we get all our water into and out of the Texas Remote Spot? I am told that the Sierra del Caballo Muerto is one of the driest places in the park. And that’s dry for what is already a parched desert. How will we carry four days and three nights worth of water, at one gallon per person per day, on top of camping and camera gear for three humans in the desert? An idea flashes. What if we cached water along our proposed backpacking route, so that, while actually on our expedition, we can hike from cache to cache and stay much lighter? We would re-fill as needed at each cache location both going out and coming back. Sounds good in theory. Raymond suggests asking around Terlingua to see if any tour guides would mind caching us some water along the Rio Grande cooridor. We would need to see if they happen to be running the river through Boquillas Canyon in the next few days.

We check out the visitor’s center at Panther Junction for a while, make our next few days plans with rangers, stock up on a few supplies, and realize the afternoon is getting on. Might as well pick a nice car camping spot, take in the view, rest, and prepare to begin heavy day hikes tomorrow to cache water along our route. We select Pine Canyon #3 campsite on the south side of the Chisos Mountains. No camping spot in this divine national park is a bad choice.

Remote Spotters car camp several days in Big Bend National Park while planning their expedition to document the remotest location in Texas

The next morning, we perform our camping chore rituals. Rebecca always handles anything food related, and I always pitch and pack the tent. Skyla has her own ritual of making and breaking camp for her critters. Each team member handles their own sleeping bag packing and air mattress inflation/deflation. We bask in golden sunlight, with coffee in hand (adults!) and warm breakfast in bellies. The rugged desert glows.

When we strike camp, we plot a course for Terlingua, a small but growing former ghost town on the edge of the Big Bend N.P. The town attracts all types. It has become a cultural Mecca for Big Bend tourists and outdoor lovers. There are several outdoor tour guide businesses. We drift in and out of a couple outfits, then walk inside Desert Sports. We introduced ourselves, and I deliver a sixty second elevator speech about Project Remote and float the idea of whether anyone could and would mind caching water for our developing expedition. A nice woman named Ciara speaks with us. She seems very interested in what we are doing, and we instantly giver her a couple Project Remote bumper stickers. She goes in the back and fetches a colleague who she thinks might also like to hear about Project Remote. Billy Miller introduces himself. After hearing a little more about what we do, the both of them become a fountain of ideas for us. Right on the spot, Billy offers us the use of a packraft to shuttle water with, if it would help. I thought that was Jim Dandy and gracious of Billy. I told him we would think on it, and we thanked him. When it seemed that we had taken Billy and Ciara from their work for long enough, we parted company with handshakes and smiles. I figured we just might see them again.

As much as I would love to do some packrafting in this grand country, I didn’t want to leave my girls for multiple days out here. So our water plan would proceed with hiking efforts to cache water because we could all be together and get ourselves tuned for hiking as a unit in preparation for making the expedition. Later in the afternoon, the Remote Spotters set out on foot on the Marufo Vega Trail to make the first water cache and get our bodies moving after several uncomfortable days of sitting and driving. This hike allows us to assess how well our youngest team member, Skyla at 9 years old, will fare on a proposed four-day, three-night hike out and back across some of the most rugged terrain on earth. As if the never flat terrain, itself weren’t rough enough, carpet it with the thorniest plants on the planet, and you get Big Bend rough. Skyla is no stranger to hiking, but Big Bend type hiking ups the ante for anyone. Our first family day hike to cache water moves painfully slow. Skyla is rather tentative around cactus and steep terrain such as this. Overall, we are ecstatic that our child is cautious, and not one of those reckless type kids that could end up falling on a cactus any second. The Bend is not a place to make a single mistake while out in the wilderness. As such, another reality for our expedition sets in. We might not have enough time to make our journey as a family group given the slow pace we take together.

The next day, we decide that I, alone, will load up a heavy pack filled with a giant jug of water, and attempt to cache as much as I can carry on the far side of Marufo Vega Trail. The trail spans about 6 miles from south to north leading up and over the Sierra del Caballo Muerto descending back down to the Rio Grande. This trail historically was a route for foot and horse travelers to circumvent a steep-walled section of the Rio Grande where the vertical walls of Boquillas Canyon are too treacherous to travel by foot. This turns out to be one of my life’s most strenuous hikes. With cautious confidence, I don an 80 pound pack and set out early morning from trail head. I do train year-round for heavy-weight backpacking back in flat Florida, but how can any non-sherpa ask themselves to hoist 80 pounds four steep,rugged miles over a cactus-laden mountain range and not expect to feel some pain? I looked forward to dropping that jug on the other side of the mountains and treating myself to a fast light hike on way back.

Skyla and Rebecca see me off with hugs and kisses. We agree that I MUST be back by sundown. Cell phone coverage is scanty at best, so communication is a crap-shoot. I stretch my physical limits all morning on the ascent, then across the top, going slower than I am used to moving. I make the final push another mile to the river down a dicey descent hefting the colossal pack . My left knee starts to crunch during each descending step. At last–at 2:30 pm, I approach the riparian corridor. Here, I must scramble off-trail and find a suitable place to stash my lead-filled water jug. I think to myself: “it’s going to sit here for up to several days, so I don’t want anyone to find it, not that I am worried that a single soul will pass through precisely where I stand, off-trail, at the moment.” I nestle the jug near a boulder on its north side so that it will be in the shade most of each day, yet be relatively obtainable as we pass by on foot a few days from now. At least that’s the plan.

I take a thirty minute rest on a rock, eat, drink, contemplate my tiny existence in a vast multiiverse, then I get up, slowly, sorely. I absorb the view upstream within Boquillas Canyon. Being solo, the remoteness factor for me here is high today. Why can’t I do something amazing, like this, every day for the rest of my life? If I were conducting our remote spot assessment right here, right now, I would record no discernible evidence of humans, save for knowledge of the existence of the barely-discernible Marufo Vega hiking trail, about a quarter mile away, on which I saw no one all day long. And equally important, I heard nothing but a few wisps of wind and bird calls.

Site in Boquillas Canyon where Ryan caches a 7 gallon water jug for the Texas Remote Spot Expedition

I gleam thinking that I can huff it back effortlessly with significantly less weight. I take a few steps going back up the exact route I just made a half hour ago. The knee keeps crunching with each step. No pain, yet. Then, just a few hundred yards more, pain engulfs my left knee. Not an ache, pain. Walking becomes limping. I stop to process the pain. I shake my leg. I grab my knee cap and jiggle it back and forth a little bit. I can’t believe that each step is nearly debilitating. This has never ever happened to me before. My knees always have been unflappable no matter what the call of duty required. How am I going to make it back feeling this kind of pain with nearly 6 miles of gnarly Big Bend country left to negotiate? There is no choice in the matter. I literally limp the entire way back, relying heavily on my trekking poles and good knee. It takes another 4 hours to return just six miles. Each step is like a tow hitch to the knee. This could just jeopardize our entire Texas Remote Spot expedition. So much for enjoying my “light hike” on the return from caching water for our potentially fleeting expedition.

At sundown, with a little light left, I emerge out of the desert and see my girls anxiously awaiting me. The look on my face tells all. With concerned eyes, Rebecca asks, “What happened?” Exhausted, I tell them the tale. The upshot is that we now have water placed strategically along our proposed hiking route into the TX Remote Spot, but I presently cannot undertake the hike to the Texas Remote Spot in this shape. Our spirits plummet like Wile E. Coyote off the edge of a cliff and a loud splat at the bottom.

Months ago, back in Florida, while preparing for this expedition, an unknown man from across the country emailed us. He introduced himself as Matt Crossman, freelance writer, and outdoor adventure lover. He expressed a great interest in Project Remote, and said that he was keenly interested in writing about it. We’ve had these types of emails many times before. Some folks follow through, and some do not. Matt was the type that did.

Matt and I hit it off immediately. Emails became phone conversations. We exchanged grand tales of adventure. Matt explained that he greatly wished to team up with us somehow in order to write first hand about what we do using an actual remote spot expedition as the backdrop. And so he asked if he may join us somehow.

It’s no light thing taking a complete stranger along on a special family expedition. The whole thing could go south for any number of reasons. There would have to be good enough reason to say yes. The girls and I deliberated for a few days.

One of the biggest reasons we do this is to reach people with a conservation message. We believed Matt could help us do that. Plus, he sounded plenty nice enough on the telephone. So we hatched a plan to team up in Texas. I remember building this trip up for Matt while conversing by phone. He had never been to the Texas Big Bend, and I was eager to show its grandeur to someone who would appreciate it, in exchange for our message being featured in a major outdoor magazine. In the next few weeks, we learned that Matt had successfully pitched writing a feature article about Project Remote to BACKPACKER magazine. As long-time fans of that magazine, and of all of its outdoor-loving readers, we were extremely excited about this.

We drive north a few miles up the 4×4 track known as the Old Ore Road and score our next car camping spot. I was a cauldron of emotion. I’m not sure what hurt the most. The pain, itself? Damaged pride? Letting the girls down? Having to tell Matt, who, incidentally, would be rolling into camp late this evening to meet and greet us before grand adventure? Or potentially losing our opportunity to be in BACKPACKER?

I hobble trying to help Rebecca and Skyla make camp. Rebecca prepares one of her famous camp meals. We eat and chill after the chores. It’s a moonless sky after sunset. Star light alone illuminates the immense landscape well-enough to do most anything without need for a light. Imagine what a full moon does. Remote silence sets in. Deep into the evening, headlights flash in the distance. An automobile pulls up in a dust cloud. In settling dust, Matt steps out with a big smile and a firm handshake. We carry on like we had been friends for years. To have the trust to meet like this in a far away place already has formed a bond between us and him. It’s going to suck to have to tell him what just happened to my knee today….

Rebecca pours a glass of wine under the stars. I crack open a double IPA. We offer a beverage to Matt. He says that he doesn’t drink alcohol, but loves coffee. We relay to each other select events of our journeys to Texas thus far. Not one full hour after the wide-eyed, excited man arrives at his first camping spot ever inside the Big Bend, I spring it on him. As I speak, he absorbs that our expedition to the remotest location in Texas is in jeopardy because of an injury to my knee today. Matt takes it all very well, and with compassion for my multiple forms of pain. Now, I know he is REALLY cool! We agree to sleep on it and speak of solutions tomorrow.

The next morning, everyone asks, “how’s the knee?” “Same,” I grumble. We confer over breakfast consisting of coffee and food. The only solution that potentially salvages our Texas remote spot expedition is to take things day by day while giving the knee a rest. Matt can only hold out for so long waiting for my knee to heal. The girls and I can remain in the Bend for a while, if needed, and make an eventual call on whether to do the remote spot trip.

The girls and I hole up a full week inside the national park. It turns out to be one of our finest weeks in the wild together. Rebecca delivers backcountry homeschooling to Skyla, with a Big Bend backdrop. As a family, we do something we rarely do while on Project Remote–take it “easy” and enjoy a vacation without a “mission.” Of course the mission now is to just heal. Eventually, I do some light day hikes. We do what visitors can so freely do here in this giant outdoor playground. We drive backroads, day hike in every direction, absorb the scenery, learn fascinating natural history, and car camp in well placed backcountry campsites under the endless sky. And we do this all while the knee gets progressively better by the day.

Matt sticks around for a few days to soak in the place and does a variety of day jaunts. We stay in touch. Among many things, he charters a private air tour of the Big Bend with Carlos (?) out of Terlingua as our pilot. Two days after first parting with Matt, one of our phones rings. It’s Matt. With broken connection, he explains that there are some extra seats on his chartered flight. Just enough for the Remote Spotters to join. We gleefully accept the opportunity.

The next morning, the four of us plus Carlos, the pilot, pack into the small engine plane. Aloft, we score an amazing aerial view of this primordial terrain. Carlos shares a complete natural history knowledge of the area earned over decades of working for the national park service as a ranger. As remote as the Big Bend seems to us–and to everyone–I balk as I stare out the plane window at innumerable roads and old routes worming their way through the desert. Extant roads are the big worry. Old ruinous routes restoring back to desert are acceptable to us as long as they are no longer in use by motorized vehicles. But there can be a line as thin as a glochid cactus spine between the two.

On day four past injury, my knee pain is only barely noticeable, and it seems that a few more days might do the trick. However, Matt must now depart and cancel his participation in our expedition. But he remains in communication with BACKPACKER. They come up with an idea for a shorter article about Project Remote, that will not feature Matt’s accompaniment. We’re gonna miss our new friend, but we are elated that events appear to be shaking out in the win column for all of us despite setback.

After days healing…..and cogitating…..and meeting some river guides–especially Billy Miller–we rethink our expedition plan. We drive into Terlingua for food and supplies.

Billy Miller graciously lends us his personal Old Town Tripper, royalex tandem canoe to accomplish our expedition primarily by canoe. Gliding over water is a mite easier than hauling massive packs by foot over Big Bend terrain. Thank you Billy for making that an option for us!!!!

Thursday, December 6, 2018. We gear up for a colossal canoe adventure on the Rio Grande through Boquillas Canyon. Our expedition will be 33 total miles on the Rio Grande beginning in Rio Grande Village and ending at the nearest takeout beyond the park, called La Linda. Boquillas Canyon is the longest (about 20 miles) and deepest (approx. 2500 feet deep) of three canyons created by the Rio Grande within Big Bend National Park. World class scenery and grand adventure await. The best paddle craft adventures in the wilderness do require much logistical effort. At Billy’s suggestion, we hire someone to help us plant my car at La Linda this morning. This requires me to pay someone to drive behind me all the way there, then drive me back to embarkation point after leaving my car at the takeout.

La Linda is a deserted mining ghost town now inhabited by a man named Butch and wife named Phyllis. They eke out a living as ranch caretakers and entrepreneurs. They are both home grown Texans. Half their visible horizon is remote Mexico. I introduce myself and explain our expedition to them in some detail. Afterward, I inquire about leaving my car parked in their sphere for safe keeping. Butch and Phyllis are positioned along the Rio Grande such that many river runners pay them to leave their vehicles at the ends of planned excursions. They ask a nominal charge to let river runners leave their vehicles in their care for such runs. I gladly pay their asking price of 90$ to allow me to leave my vehicle in their safe keeping and watch over it in their desert yard for 4 days and 3 nights while we attempt the Texas Remote Spot expedition. I’m planning for the car to be sitting right on their ranch where I left it when we return in a canoe. The car shuttling requires all morning from sunup. I return to Rio Grande Village a little before noon.

The clock’s ticking. We immediately begin our gear organization and packing ritual. But packing for a river trip is a little different than for backpacking. On river trips, one must bring extra safety and waterproofing gear. PFD’s are a must, and will be worn at all times. And extra paddle also is a must. All gear that we desire to remain dry is stuffed snugly into durable dry bags, then everything in the canoe must be tied and fastened within the boat in the event that we flip the canoe over. I, being the most experienced paddler, take the stern while Rebecca takes the bow. We place Skyla on a makeshift seat on the floor of the boat just in front of me. We want her center of mass low in case of rough water.

The wind starts to whip, and clouds are rolling in. Temperature drops. Feathery rain streaks fall out of some of the clouds, but it evaporates well before touching the ground. Precipitation that dries before touching ground is a phenomenon known as virga. But some rain is in the forecast for the first day or two of our trip. The Rio Grande corridor occupies the lowest elevation in the Big Bend country. Its climate is hot and dry, except for when it cools down in winter. Annual rainfall is only around 8 inches along the river. Heck, we could get that in one day where I’m from in Florida. Typically, in desert and mountain country, the lower you go the drier it gets. The higher, the wetter. I think to myself, “the rain, or virga, might not ever touch the ground where we are going.” Of course we are prepared if it does…

At last, we embark into the largest roadless area in Texas around 12:45 p.m. We step with wet muddy boots into our seating positions. Being the most experienced, I take the stern. Many times in my adult life, I have canoed solo and tandem in the wilderness up through solid class III whitewater. To ease any potential angst in my partners, I remind them with a sly grin that I have never flipped in a canoe and don’t plan on starting. I hope I didn’t just jinx us. Rebecca has some paddling experience, but primarily on flat water. She had tandem canoed swift water twice in life before this. Both times the canoe had flipped. None of us wants there to be a third. Not here. Not now. Rebecca takes bow. We position skyla in front of me and deliberately sit her down on a pad set on the boat bottom to lower her center of gravity. This would keep her more stable should things get dicey on fast water.

As we shove off, the first thing I feel is adrenalized excitement. We grab the swift water with forward paddling strokes. Our boat accelerates, and wind starts to blow in our faces. My excitement turns to apprehension. This is brand new water for all of us. We heard from speaking with guides that the Rio Grande through Boqullas Canyon is largely free of serious whitewater. The route is dominated by gentle, yet swiftly flowing water. However, of note for us were the mentions of abundant class 1 riffles, and the occasional class II rapid, depending on water level. W must read the river correctly and respond to every situation rapidly to avoid any potential disaster, such as flipping the boat and plunging into the frigid swift waters. Skyla isn’t yet a powerful swimmer, although she can swim. Given my paddling experience, it’s kind of all on me to get us through in one piece with mission and bodies intact. Not in that order. We must quickly become a good tandem canoe team.

Admittedly, I am a little antsy from the get go. One of the things you think of as a parent in the wilderness with your children is that their well being is almost entirely in your hands. One wrong move or read of the river by me could jeopardize the expedition through injury, loss of critical gear, or worse. Being on a swift river in a remote desert canyon ups the ante. Regardless of the challenges, people like us still hunger to answer the call of the wild.

Remote Spotters gear up for a Rio Grande adventure in pursuit of the Texas Remote Spot

The entire first afternoon of our voyage is all we had hoped it would be. Our journey begins atop rather gentle water. It affords us the opportunity to get used to our paddling positions, settle into our vessel, and take in the stupendous scenery. After an hour, we paddle past Rio Grande Village. There are no challenging situations, so we practice our simple forward paddling and proper canoe steerage. There are some people along the river corridor. A random man on the Mexican side bathes naked in the river. We tell Skyla not to look, slightly too late. Quickly after passing the village, we enter Boquillas Canyon and exit the inhabitable. Colossal canyon walls frequently squeeze up against the river. We encounter zero people past the village for the rest of the day until camp. Just what we like. We move quite rapidly in the swift water. Gray virga skies persist all day. At least it’s not raining. Yet.

In the five hours that we paddle on the first day of our voyage, Rebecca and I quickly morph into a well-oiled paddling tandem. My dear wife and adventure partner is eager to learn new paddling skills. She willingly listens to any tips I provide her in the first hours of our voyage. It’s great to have a coachable canoe partner. I hope she doesn’t mind my near constant advice. I’ve seen couples nearly eject one another from the boat because they simply cannot cross their ego streams without inciting cataclysm. Not so for Rebecca, Skyla, and me. I thank my lucky desert stars that the girls and I work well together. Project Remote would have long been DOA if we couldn’t.

Upon entering the top of the canyon, river velocity increases. The river becomes a swift class 1-plus riffle. There are multiple braided channels, curves, shallows, exposed rocks and boulders to navigate. It’s like driving a car. You absolutely cannot take your eyes off the river as if it were a road, and your paddle becomes as critical as a steering wheel.

After 12 miles traveled into the far interior reaches of the immense canyon, we score a suitable camping spot on the river bank. We are now near the center of the largest roadless area in Texas. Incidentally, this area is jointly preserved and half owned by our neighboring nation/friends to the south–Mexico. Conservation is at its best when nations work together to preserve wild lands.

Remote Spotters make camp inside Boquillas Canyon just as the rain starts to fall

After 5 hours of seeing no one in 12 remote river miles, a party of two whitewater rafts flows swiftly by in about 2 eye blinks. Just long enough to yell hello.

Temperature drops and so does the rain for 24 straight hours. Three inches of rain accumulate. I fear greatly the potential for substantial river rise from this significant rain. This is about four months of rainfall–all in a day.

Desert marigold (Baileya multiradiata) is in full bloom inside Boquillas Canyon
One of the broad-nosed North American desert weevils in the genus Ophryastes
It DOES rain in the desert. Remote Spotters wait for cold rain to stop in Boquillas Canyon
Ryan is angry as all get out when we discover that our cached water jug is stolen, putting our trip in jeopardy.
Boquillas silverleaf (Leucophyllum candidum) is a frequent shrub near the Texas Remote Spot

Fishhook cactus (Ferocactus hamatacanthus) near the Texas Remote Spot
Texas false agave (Hechtia texensis) in Big Bend National Park near the remotest location in Texas
The Texas Remote Spot. View looking southeast while standing on the remotest location from a road in Texas.
Remotest prickly pear cactus in all of Texas


Remote Spotters Run Boquillas Canyon near the Texas Remote Spot

Texas-sized sunset along the Rio Grande at trip’s end near La Linda in Black Gap Wildlife Management Area

The story of Buchele….

Texas Remote Spot Expedition Journal in progress…..More to come soon!

Texas Expedition Journal in Progress….